Energy/Spell Training Session, OTA

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel set out targets along a part of the beach away from the train (and facing away from the train, just in case). There were some things that were not practical to practice inside a small enclosed place, with squishy, easily damageable fellow passengers in it.

Like Najaran's spell card practice, or Energy manipulation practice, or full powered archery practice, to name just a few. He'd been practising with Piccolo on producing a ki blast, but was not confident in his control to try it on the Train.

But out here, in the wide open space of the island. It was game time.


You will find Glorfindel meditating near the target range, an unstrung bow by his side. Feel free to come talk to him or just come use the range.

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[laurefindil]

Just one of the people Glorfindel was hoping to see!

"It is about to go, actually. You know how we've been working on me producing a ki blast like yours? Except I've been reluctant to do so on the train? This is the perfect time and place!" Glorfindel looked excited and his eyes were sparkling more than usual.

[shutupnail]

Piccolo nodded at Glorfindel's explanation. He understood the need to hold back while on the train. Less for the train and more for the people in the gym at the same time as the blast. The train might have been pretty much indestructible but the people were not always so lucky.

Now really was the perfect time to try out a new attack, especially a large scale and powerful one. Piccolo himself was looking forward to getting further away so he could do the same after all.

"Yeah, it's a good time for that."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel took a deep breath to calm and center, but only because he was so excited to try this out.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he drew one hand down in front of his chest, as if gathering something. There was a shimmer in the air above and around his hand as he did so.

His eyes opened and his hand snapped forward as if throwing something. Moments later, the wooden target went up in blue flame and the sand immediately around it melted into a large puddle of glass.

"Well...not exactly what I was going for," Glorfindel said. "But I'll take it."

[shutupnail]

It was a pretty good start, all things considered. Piccolo had seen much worse. From not being able to do anything at all to simply missing the target or making it even worse than that, the Namekian had definitely seen worse attempts.

"It hit the target and did damage. Not bad for a first attempt honestly." He didn't say he'd seen worse as he was thinking but it was sort of implied with his tone and words. "But it might help--what were you going for?"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel laughed. "I have enough experience throwing things that aim was not my primary worry. But it is nice that it went where intended.

"I was trying for something similar to your ki blasts," he said. "Except that I wanted something a little different. Fire, hot enough to melt metal, if need be. Which..." he gestured at what was left of the target, "that did fit the bill. Perhaps the fact it is not visible until it hits is a good thing? What do you think?"

[shutupnail]

"I think it's a good attack to hit someone with if you don't want them to see it coming," he responded immediately. "Especially if they're incapable of feeling it coming at them."

In other words he certainly didn't disapprove. Granted, he was normally straight forward and less deceptive than that in a true battle but--sometimes things weren't always so ideal. If people were going to cheat and use it on him, he might as well approve of what works specially if it means saving the world to do it.

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel nodded seriously. He knew what kind of attack it was considered. "To be honest, what I have been fighting since the Two Trees were extinguished is the Discordant Evil and his Apprentice, and...you didn't ever want to give them a break. Their troops...they were made up of..." he stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, then looked Piccolo straight in the eye. "Morgoth tortured and twisted his prisoners and made them into orcs, creatures loyal to him, filled with hate for any living thing, and vicious and cruel. The only way to stop them...the only way to save their souls, was to kill them. But if you dropped your guard, they would not stop until you were the one dead...or worse."

He took a deep breath. "That is my background. That is why I walk so silently that I have to ring a bell, by hand, that I wear at my waist in order to not sneak up on people on the Train. I will work on making a version of this that is more visible for when we fight honorable enemies, but," he shook his head, "I will not consider this anything less than a success."

[shutupnail]

Piccolo nodded seriously. Outwardly, he looked unmoved by the story. Inwardly, he was seething. People like that were a plague on the multi-verse. He wasn't, however, surprised to learn of one from Glorfindel's world. There were people like that from his own universe he had faced in battle. They were loathsome beings.

Truth be told, he had been one of them once upon a time actually. His birth date was an ugly reminder of that whenever he thought about it. The holiday "Piccolo's Day" had been solely created for the idea to randomly chose an entire city to destroy. Just for a bit of fun for the evil family.

That was besides the point for now. The point was Piccolo understood.

"Then don't." It was short and succinct but he meant it. If Glorfindel thought of it as a success then Piccolo wouldn't object. He had no reason to. It would be a good attack when it was needed.

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel smiled. "Thank you." He meant that from the heart. He'd been listening to others speak of their worlds, so he knew that every one was a little different...and some had strong similarities.

"I do still want to work on a more visible version," he assured Piccolo. "But keep this as a backup for when we need it."

"And then, I want to learn to fly!" Wouldn't his horse be jealous, when he got home.

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Piccolo nodded in acknowledgment of the gratitude.

"A grand idea. I'll pay closer attention to the energy you use and see if I can help figure it out," he told Glorfindel.

He chuckled softly. "A popular technique." He didn't blame anyone for wanting to learn it but it was kind of amusing to him. Of course, as a Namekian the ability to fly had been rather natural from a very young age. Some Namekians literally learned how to fly before they could walk.